Lyric

In the bustling station, I waited alone

A small bag in hand, holding a simple bun

Sitting quietly at the bench's edge

I breathed in deep, tuning out the world

A stranger sat beside me, saying nothing

He looked my way—then reached for my bread

Tore a piece and took a bite

"What is this? How rude can someone be?"

I whispered angry thoughts inside

"He just took my food without a word!"

But I said nothing aloud

And oddly, I took another bite myself

He smiled gently and broke the last piece in two

Without a word, he offered it my way

I frowned but took it from his hand

Something felt... off

As the train announcement echoed, I rose to leave

I walked away, no thanks, just silence

Took my seat, opened my bag - and froze

There it was. My untouched bread, still sealed

The thief was me

I hadn't seen the kindness in his gesture

I was the one who mistrusted him

It was me who had been truly rude

I remember his smile - the man who shared without a word

Next time I share something with someone

I want to say "thank you," without suspicion

Maybe then, I'll make the world a bit more kind

She didn't speak, just took what I gave

Left without thanks - but something in her eyes felt familiar

I wasn't expecting anything back

I just wanted to share this little piece of bread

If only we could trust each other's hearts

Maybe the world wouldn't feel so cold

And now—I want to pass that kindness forward

Later, my mother told me softly:

"That man who shared his bread that day…

That was your father."

A tiny miracle, born from one loaf

Misunderstanding turned into connection

True encounters begin quietly

In moments of unexpected kindness